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  Break stuff!! Limp Bizkit It's just one of those days
Where ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is f**ked, everybody sucks.
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother f**ker!
It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said bulls**t
I think you better quit lettin' s**t slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bulls**t
I think you better quit talkin' that s**t

It's just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm f**kin' up your program
And if you're stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get fucked up
Your best bet is to stay away motherf**ker!
It's just one of those days!

It's all about the he said she said bulls**t.
I think you better quit lettin s**t slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bulls**t
I think you better quit talkin that s**t, punk
So come and get it

I feel like s**t
My suggestion is to keep your distance
Cuz right now I'm dangerous
We've all felt like s**t
And been treated like s**t
All those motherf**kers, they want to step up
I hope ya know
I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break something tonight
Give me something to break

I pack a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps going this way
I just might break your f**kin' face tonite

Give me something to break
Just give me something to break
How 'bout your f**kin' face?

I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, what?
I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, a mutherf**kin' chainsaw, what?
Some and get it

It's all about the he said she said bulls**t.
I think you better quit lettin s**t slip
Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip
It's all about the he said she said bulls**t
I think you better quit talkin that s**t
So come and get it




Fred Durst singin'!!
  Kill u!!! Eminem! When I was just a little baby boy
My mamma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older and I realized she was the crazy one
And there was nothing I could do or say to change her
Cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about being broke no more
They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more
(Ahh)
Sl*t, you think I won't choke no whore
Till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more
(Ahh)
These motherf**kers are thinking I'm playin'
Thinking I'm sayin' this s**t 'cause I'm thinkin' it
Just to be sayin' it
(Ahh)
Put your hands down b**ch I ain't gon' shoot you
I'mma pull you to this bullet and put it through you
(Ahh)
Shut up, sl*t you're causing too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a sl*t, ok ma
Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing her
Worse snortin' coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?
You're goddamn right b**ch, and now it's too late
I'm triple-platnum and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence you vile, venomous, vomital b**ches
Vain, vicadin, vrin-vrin-vrin
Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all
Dangling from his neck while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sl*ts

B**ch, I'mma kill you
You don't wanna f**k with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me
B**ch, I'mma kill you
You don't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin'
I don't squash the beef
You better kill me
I'mma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with s**t I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me
I'm bringin' the world with me
B**ches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me

I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady
(Cause why?)
Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you
(Ha-ha)
You don't wanna f**k with Shady
(Why?)
Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you

B**ch, I'mma kill you
Like a murder weapon I'mma conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you
F**k with me, I've been through hell, shut the hell up
I'm try-na to develop these pictures of the devil to sell them
I ain't Acid Rap but I rap on acid
Got a new blow torch and just had a strap-on added
Woops, is that a subliminal hint? No!
It's criminal intent, to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll assault
And if you ever give it to him you'll give him an impulse
To do it again, then if he does it again
You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tents
B**ch, I'mma kill you
I ain't done, this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hiding murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of out medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours
Let us in

Or I'mma kill you
You don't wanna f**k with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me
Bitch, I'mma kill you
You don't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin'
I don't squash the beef
You better kill me
I'mma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with s**t I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me
I'm bringin' the world with me
B**ches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me

I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady
(Cause why?)
Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you
(Ha-ha)
You don't wanna f**k with Shady
(Why?)
Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you

He-heh
Know why I say these things
Cause ladies screams be creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
These eighty g's so he can say the same things tweece
Twice, whatever, I hate these things
F**k shots, I hope this weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherf**kers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with them 'cause their ratings stink?
F**k that, I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From that b**ch to all seventy thousand pounds of her
From the princapal to student body and counseler
From in school to before school to outta school
I don't even believe in breathin'
I'm leavin' air in your lungs so you can keep screamin'
For me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play
I got the machette from OJ
I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache
You faggots keep egging me on
Till I have you at knife point then you beg me to stop?
Shut up, give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talking to you
You hear me? Answer me

Or I'mma kill you
You don't wanna f**k with me
Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me
B**ch, I'mma kill you
You don't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin'
I don't squash the beef
You better kill me
I'mma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with s**t I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me
I'm bringin' the world with me
B**ches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me

I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady
(Cause why?)
Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you
(Ha-ha)
You don't wanna f**k with Shady
(Why not?)
Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you

Ha-ha-ha!
I'm just playin' ladies
You know I love you


Eminem
  Eminem & Dre Dre!! Forgot about Dre!! Y’all know me
Still the same ol’ G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these n****s with no cheese
No deals and no Gs
No wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski’s
Mad at me ‘cause I could finally afford
To provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it’s all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin’ up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But y’all think I’mma let my dough freeze
H** please, you better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Eazy-Es Ice Cubes and D.O.C.s
The Snoop D-O double Gs
And a group that said, “Motherf*** the police”
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wadn’t doin’ too good
Who’s the doctor they told you to go see
Y’all better listen up closely
All you n****s that said that I turned Pop
Or the firm flopped
Y’all know the reason Dre ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
So f*** y’all. all o’ y’all
If ya’ll don’t like me, blow me
Y’all are gonna keep f***in’ around with me
And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryin’ to bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then study your tape of N.W.A.

One day I was walkin’ by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy givin’ me an awkward eye
Should have strangled him off in the parkin lot with his Karl Kani
I don’t give a f*** if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryin’ to park a Dodge
When I’m drunk as f*** right next to a humungus truck in a two car garage
Hoppin’ out with two broken legs tryin’ to walk it off
F*** you too, b****, call the cops
I’mma kill you and them loud a** motherf***in’ barkin’ dogs
And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren’t found out (Right here)
From here on out it’s the Chronic 2
Startin’ today and tomorrow’s the new
And I’m still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston chew

Slim Shady
Hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80’s
Callin’ men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There’s no way that you can save me
It’s okay go with him, Haley

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherf***ers would stop comin’ up to me
With your hands out lookin’ up to me like you want some’in’ free
When my last CD was out you wadn’t bumpin’ me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won’t get a crumb from me
‘Cause I’m from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told ‘em all, all them little gangsters
Who you think helped mold ‘em all
Now you wanna run around, talk about guns like I ain’t got none
What you think I sold ‘em all ‘cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin’, “Dre fell off”
What, ‘cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin’ to get this damn label off
I ain’t havin’ that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin’ after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And f*** rap, you can have it back
So where’s all the mad Rappers at
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
When you were cuddlinh a cabbage patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And motherf***ers act like they forgot about Dre




Eminem hangin wif Dr Dre an some other guy!